Chapter 53

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

There were many maids and nannies standing in the courtyard, and people were also standing in the house, but when the lark flew in, it was silent.

Bailing looked at the courtyard, and then looked at the house from the open window, and was stunned.

Everyone was embarrassed.

Including her.

At this time, the sister-in-law was actually in her brother-in-law's room, standing so close to her brother-in-law, and she was holding an ink block in her hand, obviously just grinding ink for her brother-in-law...

The maids and nannies blushed with guilt.

After all, the girl in front of them was not someone else, but the eldest lady's personal maid.

And the young man in the room was the eldest lady's newly married husband, but their young lady at this time...

Bailing was also very embarrassed.

If it was someone else in the room, she would have gone up to question and scold, or even called Xia Chan over, but the person in the room was the second young lady...

She would rather not have seen it.

There was a moment of silence.

Qin Weimo put down the ink block in his hand, bowed slightly to the young man in front of him, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, I'm sorry to bother you. You should have a good rest. Weimo will take his leave..."

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze, looked at her, and nodded.

Qin Weimo walked out with the help of Zhu'er and Qiu'er.

As soon as she left the house, she coughed again when the wind blew.

The maid at the door quickly held up an umbrella to block the wind for her.

Qin Weimo slowly took away the moon-white handkerchief covering her mouth.

The handkerchief was stained with a touch of bright red blood.

Qi'er, who was next to her, saw it and her face suddenly changed. She said in a trembling voice: "Mammy, the young lady is coughing up blood again..."

Several maids on the side panicked and hurriedly urged: "Go, go, go, help the young lady back quickly, and call Doctor Sun!"

A group of people surrounded the weak girl and hurried out of the courtyard.

When passing by Bailing, Qin Weimo looked at her timidly, as if he wanted to speak, but was hurriedly taken away by the maid.

The courtyard soon became quiet.

Bailing frowned, retracted her gaze from the door, and looked into the house.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window, also looking at her.

Xiaodie stood behind him, lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong and was facing her parents, feeling guilty and uneasy.

"Son-in-law, you are so brave."

Bailing looked at him outside the window with a complicated expression.

Luo Qingzhou had a calm face: "I have not done anything to let down the eldest lady, nor have I done anything to let down the second lady."

Bailing was silent for a while, and her tone slowed down: "Is son-in-law feeling better?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Much better, thank you Miss Bailing for your concern."

Bailing nodded slightly, turned around, and prepared to leave.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned back to look at him. Her beautiful cheeks revealed two shallow dimples in the moonlight. She said softly, "Son-in-law, you may have misunderstood. I didn't mean to blame you just now. Whatever the second lady likes, you can just go along with her. The eldest lady means the same thing."

After that, he left the courtyard and disappeared into the night outside the door.

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window for a while, then turned around and said to Xiaodie, "In the future, when Qiu'er and Zhu'er ask me, you just say I'm very busy and reading in the room. I don't want anyone to disturb me. Do you understand?"

Xiaodie was stunned for a moment and nodded, "I understand, young master."

Then he couldn't help asking, "Young master, you don't want to see the second lady again, right?"

Luo Qingzhou didn't answer. He sat down at the desk and opened the book, but his eyes looked at the ink that was gradually condensing in the inkstone and the ink block that his bare hands had just held.

After a long silence, he said two words: "Trouble."

Xiao Die didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she left the room and closed the door for him.

Luo Qingzhou calmed down and continued to read.

"People who practice cultivation don't understand the great way at first, but want to achieve success quickly. Their bodies are like dead wood, their hearts are like dead ashes, their spirits are kept inside, and their minds are not scattered. When they are in a state of concentration, they can produce a ghost spirit, which is a pure ghost, not a pure yang immortal. Because their spirits are not scattered, they are called ghost immortals. Although they are called immortals, they are actually ghosts..."

"Ghost immortals?"

Luo Qingzhou muttered this word in his heart. If the ghosts have cultivated successfully, they can become immortals without a physical body?

However, according to what the book says, if they become immortals in this way, they are still ghosts after all, and it is difficult to reach the great way.

What else can they cultivate after becoming ghost immortals?

He continued to read, but found that the next page was another story.

The records in this book are intermittent, vague, and seem to be true or false. Most of them are handed down from ancient times, or are fabricated based on certain stories.

Most of them are not to be taken seriously.

Luo Qingzhou naturally would not believe them completely.

He opened another book.

A small lamp was as bright as a bean, and the moonlight was bright.

The small courtyard was silent.

Listening to the rain on a moonlit night.

The lakeside was still full of lanterns.

In the middle of the lake, the elegant attic was also lit up.

At this time, Song Ruyue had already brought those noble ladies and maids to the attic, sitting at the table on the railing of the top floor, eating melon seeds and snacks, watching the moon and chatting, comparing and showing off.

The young women chatted and chatted, and talked about Song Ruyue's son-in-law who married into the family.

"Ruyue, I'm not being nosy. That's the illegitimate son that Chengguo Mansion didn't want. I heard that he might not be Luo Yannian's son. He was thrown to you like garbage, but you treated him as a treasure. How could a son-in-law who married into the family be so ignorant of the rules? You called him and he didn't even come."

"That's right, Ruyue. Look at the son-in-law of the Zhou family. He gets up before dawn every day and stands outside Zhou Lan's courtyard with his head bowed, waiting to pay his respects. He goes there again every night. He works like a cow and a horse every day, doing all the dirty and tiring work. He is diligent, sensible, and obedient. Your son-in-law is well fed and well-drinked all day long, and stays in the house reading. I don't know what he can do."

"As for the poems you mentioned, do you think he really wrote them? I think they were prepared in advance and used to deceive you. It's almost certain."

"Ruyue, you don't really expect that boy to pass the imperial examination for you, do you? If he really has that ability, will Chengguo Mansion be willing to let him marry into the family?"

Several women were just compared down by her with her youth, beauty, good skin and good figure. They were very unhappy and could only attack this unlucky son-in-law who married into the family.

Song Ruyue listened to their ridicule, and immediately frowned, lowered her head and ate melon seeds, without answering.

The women pretended not to see her expression, and laughed and ridiculed a few more times.

One woman even recited those poems with a strange smile, which made the others laugh.

Song Ruyue was ashamed and angry, and she had no place to vent her anger. Seeing that they were talking excitedly, she had to turn her head and yell at Mei'er next to her: "From tomorrow, let that boy go to my back garden to plant flowers for me! What's the use of staying in the house and reading all day? My Qin family doesn't keep useless people!"

Mei'er lowered her head and agreed anxiously.

Seeing her angry, the ladies looked at each other and were about to stop teasing her a few more times. At this time, a maid suddenly came upstairs and reported: "Madam, Miss Qingwan is here."

One of the noble ladies was surprised and said: "Didn't that girl go to talk to Wei Mo? Why is she here again?"

Soon, Su Qingwan came upstairs panting, with an excited look on her face and two pieces of rice paper in her hands.

"Qingwan, what are you so happy about?"

"Your little face is flushed. Did you run up here? Did you write a new poem?"

"Oh, our great talent in Mo City has a new work coming out. I guess those talented people who will be invited tomorrow will be ashamed."

Several noble ladies saw the rice paper in her hand and laughed and teased her.

Su Qingwan stood in front of several noble ladies, panting for a while, and then handed the rice paper in her hand to one of the ladies. Her face was full of excitement, and she panted and said, "Aunt...Aunt, take a look..."

The noble lady was born in a scholarly family and had studied since childhood. She was quite talented. She took the rice paper with a smile and looked at the first one first.

There was a seven-character quatrain written on the first paper.

She thought it was written by her niece, and she smiled and read it out: "The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for spring and are unwilling to give in. The poets put down their pens and stop commenting. The plum blossoms are three points less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms."

When she read the last sentence, the smile on her face froze.

The other noble ladies were stunned after listening, and one of them immediately grabbed it and said, "Let me take a look."

Then, she couldn't help but read it again.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"The plum is three points less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum... This sentence is really exquisite! Qingwan, you are indeed worthy of being the first talented woman in Mo City, and you deserve the title!"

The other noble ladies all praised.

Su Qingwan's aunt smiled brightly, with a hint of pride on her face. She looked at Song Ruyue next to her and said with a smile: "Ruyue, my Qingwan's poem is better than the ones written by your son-in-law..."

"Aunt! This is not written by me!"

Before she finished speaking, Su Qingwan immediately panted and said: "It is... written by Mr. Luo! These two poems were just written by Mr. Luo..."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

"Mr. Luo? Who is Mr. Luo?"

Her aunt asked in surprise.

At this time, Song Ruyue was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly her heart was shocked and excited, and her beautiful face turned red because of excitement.

Sure enough, the next second, she heard a familiar name!

"Luo Qingzhou, Wei Mo's brother-in-law, is the son of Luo who married into the family that you just discussed."

Su Qingwan took a cup of tea from the table and drank a few sips before saying.

In the attic, there was a sudden silence.

Song Ruyue's face was flushed with excitement at this time, and she showed an extremely bright and exaggerated smile on her face. She hurriedly said: "Next one! Isn't there another poem? Read it quickly, read it quickly!"

The woman woke up and looked at the rice paper in her hand. She scanned it first, and her face suddenly changed, her pupils lit up, and her eyes were fixed on the following sentences.

"Xiangmei, read it quickly!"

A noble lady next to her urged.

The woman took a deep breath, her eyes were complicated, and she slowly read out: "Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, lonely and ownerless. It's dusk and I'm sad alone, and the wind and rain are even more. I don't intend to fight for spring, and I let all the flowers be jealous. It's broken into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same..."

The whole attic gradually became silent.

All I could hear was Su Qingwan's still somewhat rapid breathing...

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